"It must weigh at least several hundred tons!"
Fang Han took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil within him as he strode forward.
Up close, the sheer size of this silver mine was even more apparent. It was like a small, silver mountain.
'I wonder how much wealth this will bring?'
Fang Han reached out, pressing his palm against the ore's rough surface.
He summoned the system panel and focused his will.
'Deposit.'
The colossal silver mine, which had taken up more than half the clearing, vanished in an instant—as if wiped away by an invisible hand—disappearing without a trace.
All that remained in its place was a patch of heavily compacted earth and several deep, crisscrossing pits.
The numbers on the panel flickered and changed.
[Wealth: 620,000 gold → 720,000 gold]
Fang Han's gaze lingered on the line of numbers for a moment, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
It was worth 100,000 gold, which converted to 500 tons of silver.
